You groan when Keegan shoves you into the passenger side of the truck, pain flaring all through your back. He’s breathing heavily, sliding behind the wheel and hitting the gas so hard the tires spin out before finding purchase on the wet, snowy gravel. Puffs of white leave your mouth as you pant, trying to maintain composure and settle.

Everything hit the fan at once. You two were unprepared. What was meant to be a simple recon mission quickly drowned down shit’s creek when you realized the enemy had been waiting for you two. You two were taking heavy fire when Keegan went to throw a grenade, meaning to give you both some time to retreat. This would’ve worked had he not caught a stray bullet, grazing his side and making him drop the live grenade. You panicked, grabbing it and tossing it god knows where. The blast knocked you both back, sending the floor beneath you caving in.

All you remember from there is landing on a protruding slab of cement before everything becomes fuzzy. There is more gunfire, Keegan screaming your name, and there is pain. Lots of pain.

Now the truck is sliding on the icy street, snow violently swirling down from the black sky. There is no way you two are going to be able to make it back to the temporary base in this. “I don’t think they’re following us…” you pant, “you have to slow down.”

Keegan glances at you and nods, easing on the gas. “How are you holding up?” He asks, trying to remain indifferent.